My Bag Lyrics

Yea

Mula

Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag

Run it up four by four on the track

Backing it up all I'm talking is facts

I ain't friendly you don't know me like that

Ish got the za we gon roll up a pack

In the club got them diamonds on flash

If its a party we throwing the cash

Megan knees she be shaking her ass

I'm stepping like I'm in a frat

Brodie be tripping I'm bringing it back

Don't call my phone unless we hitting a jab

I click ignore only answer for racks

Every fifth I be shopping in sacks

Counting Swiss mozzarella and jack

It's a grip what I spend on my rap

Good to know that I be in my bag

Told ma don't trip all that you sacrificed we getting rich

Nights we ain't had it no I ain't forget

Church on a Sunday was praying for this

Talk with the lord hope he forgive me

All the shit that I did let me slide

Kept me safe when my car hit the side

I still think about it when I'm high look

Don't talk no shit

Do what I do ain't wrote no diss

I show love where the love I get

Now I get paid off the time I spent look

Don't talk no shit

Do what I do ain't wrote no diss

I show love where the love I get

Now I get paid off the time I spent

Maybe if I did it different

My life could better or it would be worse

I made some promises when I saw papi and mamat

The last day they had on this earth

That shit motivate me to do what I do

That's why I'm putting in work

You gotta grind for this shit

Don't talk to me bout what you think you deserve

I seen fucked up shit seen niggas they change up on niggas they came up with

Like how could I fuck wit you

You would just do it to me if you did it to him

I only trust a few don't get to comfortable

I'm wit the fam I don't got friends

Light up the room we getting in tune

I do what I do then do it again yea

Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag

Run it up four by four on the track

Backing it up all I'm talking is facts

I ain't friendly you don't know me like that

Ish got the za we gon roll up a pack

In the club got them diamonds on flash

If its a party we throwing the cash

Megan knees she be shaking her ass

Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag

Run it up four by four on the track

Backing it up all I'm talking is facts

I ain't friendly you don't know me like that

Ish got the za we gon roll up a pack

In the club got them diamonds on flash

If its a party we throwing the cash

Megan knees she be shaking her ass

12 AM we was ducking from twelve

Woke up got the za in the mail

Trap life hustle gotta get it can't fail

You don't like what I do oh well

Gotta make sure that my bro get bail

Then shit be sturdy again

Hope mom ain't worried again

Gotta get my hands dirty again

Whip clean had a hustler ambition before fifteen

Young nigga on the grind for the come up

Man I been hot before summer

No leak but my drip like gunna

Big body not a h3 hummer

Cause lately I been I been in my bag

She think I'm conceited I Loui the rag

First thing ima teach my son is to stack

Show him how to grind like that

Big baller throw it down like Shaq

Man ya'll don't really do it like that

Nah I'm different

I walk in the room don't get it confused

Balenciagas can't fit in my shoes

Ya'll gon step like who

Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag

Run it up four by four on the track

Backing it up all I'm talking is facts

I ain't friendly you don't know me like that

Ish got the za we gon roll up a pack

In the club got them diamonds on flash

If its a party we throwing the cash

Megan knees she be shaking her ass

Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag

Run it up four by four on the track

Backing it up all I'm talking is facts

I ain't friendly you don't know me like that

Ish got the za we gon roll up a pack

In the club got them diamonds on flash

If its a party we throwing the cash

Megan knees she be shaking her ass

I'm stepping like I'm in a frat

Brodie be tripping I'm bringing it back

Don't call my phone unless we hitting a jab

I click ignore only answer for racks

Every fifth I be shopping in sacks

Counting Swiss mozzarella and jack

It's a grip what I spend on my rap

Good to know that I be in my bag